"I didn't tell on you then, either," he says lightly, almost jovially as he takes another drink and watches Connor play with the ax between his hands like a fucking psycho. What if Jet Li starred in the Shining, right there. At least he can be pretty sure that Hank won't grab an ax away from him.

But then Connor asks him a strange question. Strange because Hank's been a city boy his whole life with no real need to throw axes.

"Hell no."

At a shooting range, Hank's aim is impeccable. He can nail headshots without a second thought. He's morbidly afraid of chucking an ax and it ending up in the ceiling somehow here.

"Nice move, though." Another drink of beer, like he has no intention to pick one up and try.